Brief
The scores are in. Everything has been judged, from everyone’s looks, to their outfits, along with their personalities, and even the judges personal likeness. The announcer stands on the platform, holding user’s, as I have come to know them, piece of paper, everyone’s scores already defined and just simply waiting to be called. I stand silently, simply waiting for my name—Everyone else means nothing—but it doesn’t come. Not until the end, the first being the lowest score. I won? I won! I knew I was the best!
“Of course I won!” Xylie suddenly yells out, jumping up like a Princess finding the love of her life, as the final score is called out…her.
Xylie, all the bratty yet enthusiastic girl, struts forward, up to the announcer…nevermind, she just took the easiest path to User. She gives the announcer a smirk without falter before she turns her full attention to you, the judge, her now bff she gets to hang out with for the entire day.
“Speechless? I know,” she teases, “I have that effect on people.” She puts a hand on her hip, her bratty nature apparent, as she talks.
